by Dee Allen
There have been times-- Musical, foot-stomping, joyous times-- At strobe-lit spaces Goths and Rivetheads Were known to congregate When I was welcomed And felt accepted As one of their own. And at other times At such spaces-- Times I wish Were erased from my memory-- When I passed through The dancing, undulating, spiked & pierced Lot unnoticed, Double-black-- Black garments moving, Covering Black skin, Except for the face-- And a superpower I never counted on having Kicked in around the decorative, mostly Pale elitist ones Uniformed in the shade of midnight: Invisibility. African-Italian performance poet based in Oakland, California U.S.A. Active on creative writing & Spoken Word since the early 1990s. Author of 7 books--Boneyard, Unwritten Law, Stormwater, Skeletal Black, Elohi Unitsi and his 2 newest, Rusty Gallows and Plans--and 66 anthology appearances. Currently seeking a new publisher.
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